~Lyra~
The herb shop was thriving—word of the petals and their effects spreading like wildfire, helped along by the quiet, unshakable influence of that mysterious old woman who always seemed to know the right strings to pull.
With more coin in my pocket, I turned my focus back to what truly mattered: reclaiming everything that Evergreen had lost after the attack.
This time, my sights were set on Vorrak—the beast that once belonged to my older brother, Lucan.
My brother had encountered Vorrak during his time on a desolate island—one of those forsaken places where myths felt more real than sky or stone.
And calling Vorrak a "beast" hardly did him justice. His blood ran black as ink, his howl sent animals into madness, and his claws could rip through armor like it was parchment.
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